Said Eva

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Yesterday I shared my boy’s most recent page out of “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” Tonight, we hand the mike over to the girl…

Me (while reading “Put Me In the Zoo”):  “What do you think this word is?  It starts with a ‘V,’ and it’s another name for ‘purple.’”
Eva:  “Vurple?”

After I interrupted her, causing her to forget what she was going to say next:  “Mama!  You’re talking so loud that I don’t know where my talking is!”

Me:  “Eva, I don’t think you should wear these tappy shoes with this outfit.  They’re more for dresses.  They won’t really match your shorts.”
Eva:  “Well, I want to wear my tappy shoes, because people will think I’m very useful.”

As a jogger approached:  “Mama, why is that lady running at us?”

Chasing the dog around with a biscuit:  “Rooosie!  I have a tummy yummy for you!”

As I picked up some speed while pushing Anna on her tricycle:  “Mama, don’t run in those sandals!  You could fall!”

Me (getting her ready for a trip to Roaring Brook Park):  “Grandma’s taking you and Tyler to a every special place today.”
Eva:  “Oh!  Is Anna going, too?”
Me:  “No, not yet.  Anna’s too little.”
Eva (sighing):  “Oh.  I wish Anna was old enough for adventures.”

Me:  “Did you know you’re my little girl?”
Eva:  “Did you know you’re my big mama?”  (Not exactly the desired response.)

Closing the door and cornering Anna with a pack of barrettes: “Come here, Anna.  This won’t hurt a bit!”

When I tried to skip one of the 42 pages in “The Cat in the Hat”:  “No, Mama!  There’s more talkin’ in this book!”

Eva (in response to Anna’s “umph” as she hoisted herself into the van):  “Anna!  Don’t say ‘UMPH’!”
Me:  “Why can’t she say ‘umph’?”
Eva:  “Because!  It’s not a steep mountain!”

After whacking her toe on an open drawer:  “Mama, I bumped my toe, and I’m NOT feeling fine!”

When the bell on her bike wouldn’t ring:  “Why isn’t my bike bellin’?”

Me:  “You are a little princess.”
Eva:  “But I want to be a mermaid-pirate-fairy princess!”

As I tried to help her off her swing:  “No, I can get myself off myself!”

Gazing into the Bean’s eyes:  “Mama, there’s two Eva’s in Bean’s eyes!”

Me:  “Do you want to play hide and seek?”
Eva:  “OK!  I’ll hide in the closet, and you try to find me!”

Chemlawn, your services are no longer needed.

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During today’s monotony of washing the dishes, Eva burst through the kitchen door and presented me with a handful of clovers, which run rampant all over our backyard. I swooped her up and covered her with kisses. She giggled ecstatically, curls bouncing, and ran back outside.

Next came in Anna, clenching more clovers in her fist. I covered her with kisses as well, added the clovers to a cup (all my vases were too tall), and watched as she ran back outside, door slamming behind her.

After that, they alternated, each bursting back into the kitchen to bestow me with more clovers, one at a time, until the cup could fit no more.

Every time I look at those clovers, my eyes well up with tears. Finally, someone is taking up the task of weed control all over our lawn!